He could have anticipated Peter pulling away or even shoving off him, but what happens is - nearly inexplicable. Tipping his head to the side curiously much like the guard dog he's been accurately identified as, Frank manages to narrow his eyes in some sort of further assessment before righting himself and nodding once.

"Noted," he agrees easily, holding up his hands to show it won't happen again. "Thought we could train warnings, but if you think big purple aliens are the only dangerous people who could come here I'll just move along."

He makes a circular motion with his finger above his head, Move out! Aretha falls in line immediately, Aurora follows after a beat, but gives a lame bark in protest, running out ahead of the bloodhound like it's a race. He figures the Corgis will follow or they won't, because they're still lolling around in the grass lazily. Whatever.